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Domestic Violence

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Domestic Violence

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[Girl]

You ain't shit your daddy ain't shit

your brother ain't shit your money ain't shit

your lab ain't shit your rings ain't shit

your gear ain't shit your jewels ain't shit

your kicks ain't shit nigga your whips ain't shit

Bobby you ain't shit nigga I'm the shit

you ain't shit your daddy ain't shit

your brother ain't shit your money ain't shit

your lab ain't shit your rings ain't shit

your gear ain't shit, your jewels ain't shit

your kicks ain't shit, your whips ain't shit

Bobby, you ain't shit, nigga I'm the shit

you ain't shit, your daddy ain't shit

your brother ain't shit, your money ain't shit

your lab ain't shit, Bobby you ain't shit

your rings ain't shit, your gear ain't shit

your jewels ain't shit, your kicks ain't shit

your whips ain't shit, nigga, I'm the shit

You ain't shit, your daddy ain't shit

your brother ain't shit, your money ain't shit

your lab ain't shit, your rings ain't shit

your gear ain't shit, your jewels ain't shit

your kicks ain't shit, your whips ain't shit

nigga, I'm the shit...

[RZA] (Girl)

What the f**k y'all birds talking about?

Get the f**k out my house

'Fore I grab you by your hair and slap dick to your mouth

Bob Digi, yeah you know who is he

Girl, I f**king slave trade your ass like Kizzy Kinte

(But wait, f**k you motherf**ker)

You wish you could f**k

Bitch, all you can do is dick suck

(Your ass can't f**k, that's why your wife left your monkey ass)

F**k that, you don't cook, you don't clean, or press my jeans

You don't scrub or wash clothes

Or buy food for making (???), bitch

You don't read to the seeds

All you do is watch tv and smoke weed

Get your nails done and feet, scrub the hairweave

Sleep all day, eat, gain weight, can't breathe

Talking about you're going to leave?

Then bitch leave! What the f**k you're waiting for?

Hit the door, I ain't taking this shit no more!

Spending all my cream on Gucci, Phillies and Coach

Before you moved to my lab, bitch, I ain't never seen a roach

Stains on my carpet, bathroom's more like a fish market

Take all the space in my closet, where the f**k's your logic?

Disrespecting my old earth, aborted my child birth

And every day I catch my credit card inside your purse

You can't speak a sentence without a curse

Talking 'bout you're going to be a nurse

Bitch, to be a nurse you got to go to shool first!

When I first met you, you was a hoe

I tried to reform you, bomb you, warn you and teach you

But couldn't reach you, and you're still a hoe

Your father said you was a hoe

And when you leave me, bitch you're gonna be a hoe

Celluloid and gargoyle feet, I'd rather beat my meat

That raggy ass pussy a starving dog wouldn't eat

Started with the body of a model

Pussy tight as a pharmaceutical bottle

And you could swallow a whole avocado

And two forty ounce bottles

To the end of the world, which to I would follow

Now, when I f**k you, the shit echos 'cause you pussy is so hollow

Turn your fat ass sideways

Your stressmarks are like the US highways

F**k a new nigga every friday

Talking 'bout bust a nut, bitch I'll bust yo guts!

(You come so quick nigga)

Wonder why I come so quick?

With that wide ass pussy and soggy tits?

I'm trying to get the shit over with, and go to sleep!

But when I'm with my real freak on the weekend

Bet that baby we f**k for two and a half hours or three

You'd better study the 1-0-40 knowledge culture degree

About M-G-T, and G-C-C'Cause you ain't shit, and your mother ain't shit

And your sister ain't shit, and your pussy ain't shit

That weave ain't shit, your ass ain't shit

Girl you ain't shit, your daddy ain't shit

[RZA] [Girl]

But f**k it, yo

let me get this f**king phone

Yeah, get the motherf**king phone

Quit motherf**kers in our f**king

business. End the f**k, or I'll pull

the motherf**king chord out of the

Man, f**k that motherf**king socket.

Yo God, this bitch is bugging I'm sick of this shit motherf**ker

Get the f**k out, I'm throwing

all the shit on the motherf**king

terrace, right now. I'm sick of

I'm on the phone! this shit, you and you shit out the

I'm on the phone! motherf**king closet right now. My

Well f**k you! name's on the motherf**king (???) too

Bitch, get the f**k out my nigga, I don't give a f**k, f**k that

house man shit, you get the f**k out my lab, all

these motherf**kers sleeping in the

f**king living room. My seeds run into

these motherf**kers, these niggaz are

Yo, hey Hewey, hey Hewey in their dirty motherf**king socks and

F**k you, yo God, my bitch... shit. F**king dirty toilet seats and

This bitch is stupid man shit. My seeds gotta sit on this shit.

Get these motherf**kers out this

Give this f**king crab ass motherf**king lab now. Get the f**k

girl the gas yo out. Every lat one of y'all mother-

You's a hoe bitch! f**kers. Get the f**k out my lab.

Come on you's a hoe!

you'se a hoe Motherf**ker don't make me pick up

you'se a hoe this bottle. Don't make me pick up

you'se a hoe this motherf**king bottle.

you'se a hoe

hoe! hoe!

hoe! hoe! bastard! bastard!

hoe! hoe! bastard!

f**k you!

hoe! you f**king bastard!

hoe! bastard! bastard!

f**k you

Yo, yo, dunn, yo, yo, God

bastard! bastard! bastard!

She's stupid dunn you're f**king dirty dick nigga

Yeah you're f**king stupid nigga

You're f**king stupid

You're f**king stupid

We'll be back son Now that's right, tell that

We'll be back motherf**ker to call you back

'cause you ain't going to steal

this motherf**king phone

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